Thieves Of Innocence

Let me sing you a song of
All of our grieves and fears come alive
Of childhood nightmares wearing flesh
And living in horror stories while you thrived
Innocence was the first part of the soul to die
Eyes pleading for you to just do something
The rest was as eager to follow since
Evil always triumphs when good men do nothing

The world will try to break your heart
A dozen times by the end of the week
Starving your eyes of tears became an art
It’s weeding out the innocent with the weak

Time is the cruellest of concepts
A spectator as unyielding as it is unforgiving
Only when you are hurting to the point of almost giving up
You know you have been truly living

The thieves of innocence
Are ever present
In silence they’re watching
Waiting
Hungering
And taking